Open Thread

No details rob, too much information already.

I was in an airplane again this past week.

I’ve noticed a distinct difference in the attitude
of flight attendants following the recent flight steward-curse out-jump down the escape slide-take this job and shove it incident.

As I was flying late at night and the steward began the “beverage service” and I’m engrossed in the latest National Enquirer article about celebrity cellulite with my headphones on, I see a cup of ice in front of me.
I figure it must be the drink I ordered…
but no,
he’s not placing it down on my tray.
After a few seconds, I realize what the steward is implying as I look up.

He wants me to pass the drinks down.
Now this opens up one of those public confined space conundrums, not unlike Tyler Durden asked when he
got up from his seat midflight in Fight Club:
“do I give you the ass or the crotch?” was his question
as he got up to squeeze past his hapless alter ego.

anyway, now I’m faced with a similar question as to whether I want to become part of this in flight beverage
pass it down party.

I mean, isn’t it between the passenger and the flight attendant? What if I’m a germophope and don’t want to touch all those cups and drinks?
For that matter, isn’t it presumptuous of the other passengers to think that I’m sitting at the end to pass down their drink order?
What if I don’t want to deal with the idiots sitting next to me who are having an in depth converstation about the remarkable properties of styrofoam?

Anyway, I took the cups and passed them down and gave the steward a look like, don’t expect to make a habit of it.
So the whole flight he’s got a puss on his face like he’s one of those people who hates their jobs and could be someplace else. Well welcome to the adult world, work sux.
deal.

On my flight back, there was no incident in particular, only the distinct feeling that the flight attendants were not happy. It’s as if they suddenly got the green light to act pissed off. Sort of similar to when they stopped making the postal workers wear a uniform and now I get my mail delivered alternately by a guy in headphones with his pants down to his ankles or an old foreign dude in a dirty t-shirt who glares at my dog and mumbles something nasty in a language I don’t know, every time he walks up the stairs.

Maybe this is what it’s like living under socialism.

no, dave, i dont like sharing things like that on the internet. it’s way too jejune.

*rob*

yes Fairway > Wholefoods

*rob*